Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

boom--!!!

A terrifying aura surged into the sky, as if the world had lost its color!

In an instant, Meng Chixing's skin became even paler, then translucent like jade, almost transparent, as if cast from glass!

If anyone could peer into his body, they would be horrified to discover that his flesh, blood, meridians, and bones had all transformed into a crystal-clear state, as if his entire body was no longer made of blood and blood, but rather formed from pure true essence!

Void tremor!

He was lifted into the air against his will, his aura rising steadily, as if a god or demon had descended upon the world!

Those watching from afar were terrified, their hearts pounding, and they almost lost their footing.

Everyone understands—

This is a fight to the death!

The final blow will decide life or death!

"You want to fight to the death?" Zhang Sanfeng's eyes turned cold, his fighting spirit boiling. "Fine! I'll take your earth-shattering blow!"

The Hunyuan Taiji Gong was running wildly within Zhang Sanfeng's body, his Qi and blood resonating like thunder, every inch of his meridians trembling, as if an ancient beast was awakening deep within his blood.

In an instant, essence, energy, and spirit become one, merging into a flawless whole.

His aura surged, like a soaring dragon reaching the heavens!

This scene caught everyone's eye, and all the martial arts heroes outside the arena were shocked and held their breath in shock.

Countless eyes were fixed on the two people in the center of the arena, not daring to even blink.

Because they all knew that the next blow would tear through the winds and clouds, and determine life and death!

boom!!!

The two unparalleled auras rose steadily, reaching their peak.

"Master Zhang, take this!"

With a furious roar, Meng Chixing leaped into the air, his crystal-clear, jade-like fist tearing through the sky as he unleashed his strongest attack of his life!

This punch, imbued with all his cultivation, was like a torrent bursting its banks, pouring forth with overwhelming force, determined to crush Zhang Sanfeng into dust!

Wherever the fist struck, the heavens and earth trembled, the clouds shattered, as if a meteor had fallen to earth, pressing down with devastating power!

Those watching from afar felt their hearts pound and their spines go cold just from a single glance—such a punch, even if the aftershock hit them, would surely cause them to explode and die on the spot!

Although Song Yuanqiao and the others had received guidance from Lin Daochen, their expressions still changed slightly upon witnessing this scene.

Lin Daochen remained calm and said softly, "No need to worry, Master is confident of victory."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng had already moved!

With both fists, a celestial arc was drawn, yin and yang flowed, and heaven and earth were reversed—

boom!!!

The void suddenly split open, and a huge black and white Tai Chi diagram appeared out of thin air, covering the entire battlefield!

Tai Chi Force Field, descend!

Meng Chixing felt his body sink, and his attack suddenly became like being trapped in quagmire, making it impossible to move an inch.

The earth-shattering force of the punch was continuously weakened and disintegrated under the influence of an invisible force.

What shocked him even more was that while his movements were sluggish, Zhang Sanfeng became increasingly swift!

A miniature Tai Chi diagram appeared beneath his feet. Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, instantly closing in on him and unleashing a punch!

This punch was more domineering and destructive than any of the previous ones!

"roar--!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Meng Chixing roared, burning his true essence to forcefully break free of his restraints and increase the speed of his punches once again!

boom! ! !

Their fists collided head-on, neither giving an inch, and a terrifying force surged outwards!

The heavens and earth shook, shockwaves swept in all directions, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, blotting out the sun and completely engulfing the battle.

However, the crowd outside the venue remained focused, waiting for the result to be revealed.

But only a few breaths—

As the dust settled, the outline became visible.

Zhang Sanfeng stood firmly in place, his Taoist robe tattered, his aura slightly weak, but without a single scratch.

In contrast, Meng Chixing had been forced back more than ten steps, kneeling on one knee, his clothes torn, his breathing disordered, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly disheveled.

The outcome is already clear.

"The Demonic Sect has ultimately been defeated!"

"As expected, he was already at a disadvantage earlier."

"Master Zhang is truly all-knowing and all-powerful!"

"..."

Before the discussions among the heroes had subsided, a sudden and unexpected event occurred!

"Zhang Sanfeng, prepare to die!"

A dark figure shot out from the crowd of onlookers, aiming straight for Zhang Sanfeng's vital point!

The terrifying aura emanating from him was none other than—

A terrestrial deity!

Another terrestrial deity has appeared!

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar.

No one expected that at this very moment, a newly ascended terrestrial immortal would suddenly appear and take Zhang Sanfeng's life!

"Master! Be careful!"

Even though Song Yuanqiao and the others were highly skilled, they didn't have time to react and could only watch helplessly as they screamed.

The attacker, Bai Sun Dao Ren, flashed like a ghost and instantly closed in on Zhang Sanfeng, slamming down with a palm!

boom--!

A chilling palm strike descended from the sky, like an icy hell descending, aiming straight for the crown of the head!

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to gather his energy to take the hit, a bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the sky, and a person appeared out of thin air, blocking his way and pushing out a palm strike with his backhand!

The blazing palm force rose against the wind, colliding head-on with Bai Sun Dao Ren's Yin Sha attack!

boom! ! !

A deafening explosion erupted, sending shockwaves surging and cracks spreading across the ground like a spiderweb!

Bai Sun Dao Ren grunted and retreated several feet; but the figure blocking his way remained as steady as a rock, not moving an inch.

Only after the dust settled did everyone finally see clearly—

The one who saved Zhang Sanfeng was none other than his senior brother, Lin Daochen!

……

"The Hundred-Loss Taoist?! Wasn't that old devil already killed by Master Zhang?!"

"A fake death! It's definitely a fake death! That old bastard is cunning and ruthless; how could he possibly be easily killed!"

"Holy crap, this bloodthirsty heretic has actually reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal? Is the heavens blind?!"

"A sneak attack is one thing, but for a dignified terrestrial immortal to resort to backstabbing? Have they no shame?"

"He's here for revenge... Master Zhang just fought a fierce battle with the Demonic Sect and hasn't recovered his strength. Now he's encountered this mad dog; he's in danger!"

"..."

Some were furious at Bai Sun Dao Ren's resurrection, while others were shocked by the domineering power of Lin Dao Chen's palm strike.

"That's Zhang Zhenren's senior brother?! He forced back a terrestrial immortal with a single palm strike?!"

"Wow! Even with the advantage of a surprise attack, to be able to withstand Hundred-Loss Daoist without being defeated, his strength is absolutely heaven-defying!"

"When did Wudang Mountain discover such a formidable character? Even if he's not a celestial being, he's practically one!"

"Even top-tier grandmasters are not worthy of him; he is clearly a hidden, unparalleled master!"

"..."

At this moment, Meng Chixing, who had been helped up by Pang Ban, frowned and spoke, his tone slightly cold: "Daoist Baisun, you are supposed to be a terrestrial immortal. Such a sneak attack is far too unbecoming of your status."

Daoist Baisun sneered, his eyes filled with malice: "Lord of the Demonic Sect, I have a blood feud with Zhang Sanfeng. Why should we follow rules when it comes to revenge?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "Furthermore, the execution of Zhang Sanfeng was ordered by the Great Khan himself! Everything I have done is for the sake of the Yuan Dynasty!"

"But you—" He glanced sideways at Meng Chixing, "as a master of the Demonic Sect, you're speaking up for the enemy? Isn't your stance questionable?"

One sentence silenced Meng Chixing, whose face turned ashen. He said no more, only waving his hand as Pang Ban helped him out of the battle.

The defeat is inevitable, and morale is completely shattered.

Over there, Zhang Sanfeng, having recovered slightly, fixed his cold gaze on Bai Sun Dao Ren: "You're not dead? Were you faking your death back then?"

The Hundred-Dead Taoist grinned maliciously, his eyes filled with boundless hatred: "You're still alive, how dare I leave first? My life is just waiting to send you on your way!"

"You?!" Zhang Sanfeng coldly rebuked, "A defeated general who has barely survived until now, today I will utterly annihilate you, soul and all!"

"Hahaha!" The Hundred-Benefit Taoist laughed wildly, his face full of mockery. "Zhang Sanfeng, you just fought a fierce battle with the Demonic Sect. How much strength do you still have left? What do you have to fight me with?"

"Killing you is enough." Zhang Sanfeng said each word slowly and deliberately, his voice like thunder.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Lin Daochen suddenly spoke calmly, his tone composed yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Alright, junior brother, stop wasting your breath on a dying man. Go and meditate; leave the rest to me."

Zhang Sanfeng's brow twitched, and he whispered, "Senior brother, Shaolin Xuancheng is still here..."

He wanted to deal with Bai Sun Dao Ren himself so that Lin Dao Chen Teng could handle the more troublesome Xuan Cheng.

Both being terrestrial immortals, Xuancheng is far more troublesome than Baisun.

Lin Daochen waved his hand gently, his expression calm: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Zhang Sanfeng's mind raced, and he immediately realized that the most urgent task was to recover his strength—in case the situation changed, he could still personally step in to oversee the battle. He instantly flashed back to the Wudang camp, circulating his inner energy to replenish his true essence while coldly observing the situation on the arena.

He wasn't worried that Lin Daochen would lose, but rather that the old man was wasting too much energy on Baisun Daoren, which would affect the crucial battle against Xuancheng.

On the Shaolin side, Xuan Cheng appeared calm and composed, with a smile playing on his lips.

In his eyes, victory was assured and everything was under control.

Although Zhang Sanfeng defeated Meng Chixing, he was already severely weakened. The remaining Wudang disciples? Nothing more than a rabble, utterly incapable of resistance.

This battle was destined to be the beginning of Shaolin completely crushing Wudang into the dust!

What do you mean by "the student surpasses the teacher"? That's absurd and laughable!

Does Wudang's meager heritage deserve to be compared with the thousand-year-old Shaolin?

Kongzhi's thoughts were similar to Xuancheng's, but he was even more ruthless.

"Grandmaster, Zhang Cuishan, as Zhang Sanfeng's personal disciple, actually swore brotherhood with the demon Xie Xun! His crime is unforgivable! Once we force him to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, he must be severely punished!"

"Let the whole world know—Zhang Sanfeng failed in his teachings, producing such a disgraceful disciple! Let Wudang's reputation be tarnished, and let it be despised by all!"

Kong Zhi spoke in a low voice, a cold glint in his eyes.

Xuan Cheng nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "This plan is brilliant."

At this moment, only two people remained facing off on the training ground.

A storm is brewing, and danger lurks in the shadows.

Bai Sun Dao Ren stared at Lin Dao Chen, remaining motionless for a long time.

From that exchange of blows, he had already realized that this person was no ordinary individual. Although he was not afraid, he dared not underestimate him.

"Old Taoist priest, are you Zhang Sanfeng's senior brother? How come I've never heard of you in the martial arts world?"

His tone was tentative, but in reality, he was taking a step-by-step approach.

Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, and simply uttered, "Why ask so many questions when you're about to die?"

"presumptuous!"

Bai Sun Dao Ren's pupils shrank suddenly, and his anger exploded!

Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!

He is a terrestrial immortal who has roamed the world for decades. When has he ever been so despised?

How dare an unknown old Taoist priest utter such arrogant words and treat him like dirt?

His killing intent surged instantly, almost solidifying, and swirled around him like mist.

"You old fool, I'll make sure your soul is scattered and your bones are turned to dust!" Bai Sun Dao Ren gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

Lin Daochen merely chuckled, not even bothering to give him a proper look.

Ha, what a clown, just babbling on his deathbed.

This utter contempt only fueled Bai Sun Dao Ren's loathing.

At that moment, he even felt that this old Taoist priest was more annoying than Zhang Sanfeng!